Hee That Demands Misseth Not, Unlesse His

All Things In Their Beeing Are Good For Something.

Who Says That Fictions Only And False Hair Become A Verse? Is There In Truth No Beauty? Is All Good Structure In A Winding Stair?

No Sooner Is A Temple Built To God But The Devill Builds A Chappell Hard By.

By No Means Run In Debt: Take Thine Own Measure, Who Cannot Live On Twenty Pound A Year, Cannot On Forty.

The Way Is An Ill Neighbour.